Blood On My Jeans

Juice WRLD

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Tom:
Capotraste:
[Intro] A
C#m Damn, I tried to stop
B Oh baby
A Baby (baby)
A Baby
C#m Babe (you literally are my everything)
B [Refrão]
A Baby, I've been on the run
A But I would never run from your love
C#m If you feel on my dick, there's a gun
B Not right there, just a little above
A A I value my relationship, it's forever But I've been cheatin' on the drugs
C#m Broke up with codeine, need a new plug
B Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em
A Huh, lean
A Huh, Put Biscotti in my
C#m Lungs, I'm smokin' green
B Chopper on me, I don't
A Talk, I just up the beam
A Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave
C#m (Yeah)I ain't leave a clue on the scene
B Close range, so I got blood on my jeans
[Primeira Parte]
A Saints Row cup, ain't no red in my lean
A Bankrolled up, I been swimmin' in green
( C#m )
B Still a blue face king
A Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean
A I know my haters hate to see me succeed
C#m If they get the chance, they'll end up murderin' me
B That shit got me laughin', haha
A Kel-tec get to rappin', grrah, grrah
A Fuck nigga, I'm your father
C#m Don't matter if you older
B They say age is just a number
A If that's the case, I'm way over
A Than who? These niggas And these bitches that think that they get it
C#m For a backstage pass, she'll suck the dick
B Bitch, I got a bitch, better get you a ticket
A Walk through the night with my gun like a creep
A On my shirt Maison Martin, my shoes double-C
C#m I don't know what it's gonna take you to believe
B I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you
A (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
A I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't gon' leave you
C#m You stuck with me
B Apologies for my fuckery [Refrão]
A Baby, I've been on the run
A But I would never run from your love
C#m If you feel on my dick, there's a gun
B Not right there, just a little above
A A I value my relationship, it's forever But I've been cheatin' on the drugs
C#m Broke up with codeine, need a new plug
B Hit up Hot, raw pints, I need two of 'em
A Huh, lean
A Huh, Put Biscotti in my
C#m Lungs, I'm smokin' green
B Chopper on me, I don't
A Talk, I just up the beam
A Huh, let my gun bust a nut, then leave
C#m (Yeah)I ain't leave a clue on the scene
B Close range, so I got blood on my jeans
[Final] A C#m B
A C#m B
A C#m B
A C#m B
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